I’m not really sure what to write here. We decided to get a real Christmas tree. Brittany wanted to get a Charlie Brown tree. I wanted to get a 12 foot high blue spruce. We compromised. We got a 9 foot less-than-blue-spruce genome. it is a pretty great tree. Brittany snapped the above photo of me. I mostly hate photos of me. But I don’t really hate the one above. Girl got skils.
In Park City, they don’t mess around when Banksy tags up your coffee shop. That thing is covered in glass and steel, and labeled “Banksy.” Oh, Utah. Below– some of my peeps getting amped to ride Snowbird with me. There were 8 people at the resort that day. We owned that mountain.
Below: me and mah dream girl on hidden peak (photo by Jessie James).
Caption for the photo below– “Oh, they call this a black diamond in Utah? Cute.”
Jessie James doing some early season shredding below.